The male partner who never gives up treatment

"There's a ghost, help! Don't come here, don't come here..." Song Xiuming inside the door screamed heart-piercingly, his voice was shrill, full of fear, and everyone shuddered.

Hearing this news, Zhang Shaoheng suffered from an occupational disease, and instantly entered the enemy defense mode. At this time, he digs out his fellows in a serious manner. In addition to the gossip compass, he also gave Song Qingzhou a yellow amulet drawn with cinnabar. : "Take self-defense."

Unexpectedly, Song Qingzhou glanced at him casually, shook his head and said, "No need."

Bai Su huddled into a ball, trembling, and whispered, "There shouldn't be anything dirty inside, right?"

Song Qingzhou smiled, and sighed softly: "Why can't you always remember that you are actually a ghost?"

Bai Su was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly, "That's right..."

Zhang Shaoheng held a small mahogany sword in his right hand. Under the light of his mobile phone, he slowly approached Shimen. If something goes wrong, it's better to rush to save people as soon as possible.

The stone door is old and heavy, standing there half open, hiding all the unknown secrets behind it, the three of them felt the chill as soon as they entered the secret room, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.

Under the faint light, the steps can be vaguely recognized, and there are several large pillars of coiling dragons scattered around. The walls are carved with strange patterns, which are rendered in strange colors by the night, and they cannot be seen clearly from a little distance away.

Song Xiuming was still yelling incoherently, and his voice gradually became hoarse, like a dying crow, extremely noisy. Song Qingzhou frowned irritably, and shouted into the darkness: "Shut up!"

I don't know if it's because he lost his mind, or because of other reasons. After hearing this, Song Xiuming really didn't dare to make a sound, but he was probably too scared. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't control the most real pain in his body. In such a quiet environment, one could even hear the sound of teeth colliding with each other.

The surroundings are very dark, and the effect of the phone's light is very limited at this time. Even Bai Su, a lonely ghost, can't do anything, let alone other people.

The strange thing is that Song Qingzhou doesn't seem to be restricted by objective conditions at all. Since entering this secret room, he seems to have returned to his long-lost home, with a lazy and relaxed expression, and a vague sense of satisfaction and excitement in his eyes .

Song Qingzhou walked to the wall familiarly, stretched out his hand and pressed a certain mechanism, the stone slab above his head cracked, and in an instant, the light shone everywhere, illuminating the small secret room as bright as day.

Everyone looked up subconsciously, but they were so shocked by the scene in front of them that they couldn't speak. They saw countless ink jades with fine textures neatly laid out above them, just like the dark night sky. There are shining night pearls, dazzling, just like the sky full of stars falling into the Milky Way.

Bai Su opened his mouth wide in shock, and was dazed for a long time before he sighed, "How much does this cost, tsk tsk..."

The darkness dissipated, and Song Xiuming, who was huddled in the corner, changed his timidity just now, stood up staggeringly, and laughed in surprise: "Treasure! The treasure left by the ancestors! It's all mine, no one is allowed to follow me!" Grab it! Hahaha..." After finishing speaking, he jumped up and down, trying to touch those night pearls, but because he was not tall enough, he failed repeatedly, his appearance was very funny.

Zhang Shaoheng and Bai Su looked at Song Xiuming's persistent attempt with expressionless faces. Apart from being funny, they couldn't help but feel sad for him, while Song Qingzhou gazed at the distance not far away, immersed in his own world, as if he had lost all perception of the outside world.

Song Xiuming became more frustrated and courageous, but still refused to give up. After realizing that it was impossible to take down the Ye Mingzhu by himself alone, he had an idea, turned around and ran to the center of the secret room, intending to step on the things displayed there.

However, before Song Xiuming could succeed, Song Qingzhou was like an enraged beast. He strode over and kicked the opponent's heart, and said softly, "You'd better be honest with me, or I promise you There is no place to die."

This kick was merciless, Song Xiuming flew out, knocked on the stone wall, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, groaning in pain, and looked at Song Qingzhou with more fear.

After successfully deterring Song Xiuming, Song Qingzhou raised his head, smiled at the inexplicably astonished Bai Su, and stretched out a hand to signal, "Come here."

After noticing the unfamiliar expression on Song Qingzhou's face, Bai Su was stunned. Although the two of them hadn't been together for a long time, he had raised each other and understood Song Qingzhou's character. Whether it was Xiaozhou more than ten years ago, Song Qingzhou, who was still an adult, seemed to have never laughed like this before.

this smile...

How should I put it, Song Qingzhou originally had an upright and handsome appearance, but now he was smiling like this, there was a hint of evil in his gentle face, and there was a kind of domineering and oppressive feeling that only a person who has been in a superior position for a long time made people dare not give birth to it. Not the slightest rebellious heart.

Bai Su walked over hesitantly, and couldn't help biting the corner of his lips in doubt, "What's wrong with you..."

Ignoring Zhang Shaoheng and Bai Su's implied scrutiny eyes, Song Qingzhou lowered his eyes and smiled: "You will know soon."

As they got closer, Bai Su finally saw clearly what was on the stone platform. It was originally a coffin, which was wider than ordinary coffins. It was carved out of unknown jade. It was crystal clear and flawless, untouched Then feel the slightest chill.

Bai Su suddenly wondered: "Could it be that this is an underground tomb?"

Song Qingzhou nodded: "Not bad."

As soon as these words fell, Zhang Shaoheng thought of something, looked thoughtfully at the white clothes on Bai Su's body, and carefully observed the furnishings around the jade coffin, a thought quickly passed through his mind, which made his heart beat in shock accelerate.

But Bai Su didn't think too much, just curiously said: "I don't know who is buried here, ah, by the way, maybe it's not necessarily the owner of this lonely house."

Song Qingzhou smiled meaningfully: "You want to know?"

Bai Su felt that his smile was indescribably weird, so he hesitated, "Uh, let's forget it."

Song Qingzhou didn't allow Bai Su to back down. He took out the Mingyue Jue that he had been holding in his hand all this time, and put it into an inconspicuous depression on the jade coffin. With a slight push, a gap of one meter wide was revealed.

Bai Su boldly glanced inside, then was stunned, speechless for a while, he took a few steps back, shaking his fingers and said: "Then, what is that?!"

Zhang Shaoheng realized that something was wrong, rushed over quickly, and was surprised after seeing the situation inside the jade coffin, but he had also traveled around in exorcising ghosts and catching monsters, and his personality was always calm. The person circled around and wondered, "Could it be that this is Xiaobai's body?"

The person in the jade coffin is wearing a Xuantian jade crown, a Taoist robe with a white background and ice blue borders, and a five-finger-wide green belt that cinches a thin figure. Looking at his face, his black hair highlights his appearance. A beautiful woman with a charming shape, a lotus pattern drawn with red cinnabar on the forehead, long eyebrows flying obliquely into the temples, phoenix eyes tightly closed, and red lips slightly parted.The delicate and fair skin was glowing with a healthy pink color. If it wasn't for the fact that this person had already lost his breath, everyone would have mistakenly thought that he was just sleeping.

What is unexpected is that this person looks exactly the same as Bai Su, exactly the same.

Bai Su was confused, and looked at Song Qingzhou as if asking for help: "Who is he?"

Song Qingzhou's expression was as gentle as water, and he looked at Bai Su intently. His clear and magnetic voice had a strange soothing effect. He smiled and said, "This is you, Aning."

"What Aning?" Bai Su was more confused than ever, "My name is Bai Su, you know it."

Song Qingzhou shook his head and laughed: "Bai Su is a pseudonym you used to use. You told me that Lingtang's surname is Bai, so you often use it to deceive people when you walk outside. Your real name is Daoning, Zhang Daoning, the first national teacher of the Yong Dynasty. .”

"No! How is this possible?!" Unexpectedly, Zhang Shaoheng was the first to refute. It is no wonder that he has repeatedly instilled in Zhang Shaoheng a belief since Mrs. Zhang taught him the Tao of the Zhang family, that is, Dao Ning The ancestors were very powerful and great.

In this high-intensity brainwashing mode, Zhang Shaoheng has long been reduced to a brainless fan of Daoning's ancestors. My heart is almost broken.

What did he think of, and asked Song Qingzhou: "Ancestor Daoning has passed away for more than 300 years, if he is really lying in this jade coffin, I am afraid there will be only a pair of bones left, how can he be so intact like now? "

Song Qingzhou glanced at him indifferently, his eyes seemed to be looking at a bumpkin from the countryside, "Fortunately, you are still the descendant of Aning, don't you know that there is a treasure in this world, called the golden jade clothes, which can keep the corpse from decaying, There are also dust-proof beads, which can keep all snakes, insects, rats and ants away."

Zhang Shaoheng and Bai Su lowered their heads, and sure enough they caught a glimpse of jade color from the slightly open collar of the neck of the corpse inside the jade coffin.

"Zhang Daoning, Zhang Daoning..."

Bai Su chanted the name over and over again, some strange and familiar images suddenly flashed in his mind, he frowned, forcing himself to seriously think about memories.

Resplendent palaces, well-proportioned pavilions, charming girls in palace costumes, quaint courtyards decorated with lights and festoons, servants and servants walking to and fro...

Under the apricot blossom tree, the man led by E Guanbo stood with his hands behind his back, sneered and mocked: "The king's fate is hard to break, just because of this holy book, I have to marry a strange woman, and I will hate her from now on." Is it?"

Someone persuaded: "It's not that the present is an unreasonable person. If you discuss it with him in detail, there may be room for change."

Hearing the words, the man eased his expression, hooked his thin lips, and joked: "A-Ning, if the Holy Majesty insists that I marry Princess Xianfu, we might as well go back to the mountains and forests together, how about it?"

The young man in the azure Taoist robe was slightly annoyed, "You're talking nonsense again."

The man straightened his expression, and bowed his hands in a vague manner: "Don't dare again." However, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, obviously not convincing at all.